reedsymarketplace
Hire professionals for your project
reedsyblog
Advice, insights and news
reedsylearning
Online publishing courses
reedsylive
Free publishing webinars
reedsydiscovery
Launch your book in style
Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020
Submitted to Contest #316
Their boots vanished into the brown waters, the wavelets gently lapping at their feet. The tide was low, no higher than their ankles but raising, and as they walked, the mud resisted their steps, holding on with a vacuum-sucking squelch. The man in front slowed, and as he crouched down, he shifted the weight of his gun from one tweed shoulder to the other. He raised his hand, and the other two men bent down behind him. The reeds swayed as they waited, their hands buried in their armpits, resisting the cold. The glass of their binoculars caug...
Oops, you need an account for that!
Log in with your social account:
Or enter your email:
1 like
